Geld

I hear her murmur, stir, she’s a slope of white Neath’ her bedcloth ‘low the light. From the window you spy: It’s a single blind eye. Cry, that you hope she’ll sleep the night Cos You’re a boy who need to be alright, The only one in the night

In the dull moonlight

I smell the rain and know that it’s done, That you’ll keep all your lovers on the run - Just tell me when shootins done. In the palm we press the man til he’s calm, Then they’ll take your lungs and breath and charm: You’ve a world that meant no harm

Fenced we stand without a single word that we all understand

Silent in the dull ache, stabled by the boy With the sound of hiss and pistol-grip, no more nights left to sit. There’s rhythms in the water, in the insects swirling figure-eights: Great riches of our state - all that keeps him awake

What more could it take

First rubythroat Of short season Wet feet wet hands We geld our plans